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roll up the fore blown manes a hundred leagues to leeward |
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White Horses poem by Rudyard Kipling (1897) Girth-deep in hissing water Our furious vanguard strains— Through mist of mighty tramplings Roll up the fore-blown manes— A hundred leagues to leeward, Ere yet the deep is stirred, The groaning rollers carry The coming of the herd!
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